The Sentinels magic tumbled from her pretty little lips,

just assuming she knows where dei lives

Finding Deirdre's den was not a difficult task. Starbuck had had time and help in growing accustomed to the forest, and now found her way around with relative ease. The night's storm had washed away all but the strongest of scents, but Starbuck knew her way to Deirdre's den by heart now. She was pleased to find Deirdre standing just outside of the hollow tree that served as her den, and yipped to announce her presence. Starbuck trotted close, bumping her head against Deidre's shoulder. You seem troubled, my friend. And who is this you smell of? Her fur was laced with the scent of another, and Starbuck had to quell an uprising of jealousy.